Name: Meet Me at The Met: Orhan Pamuk
Uploaded: 2026-01-06T05:48:54.000Z
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In the morning I went for a half an hour walk on Riverside Drive, as I've been doing every morning these days, a chilly November cold, New Yorkers walking their dogs.

To-infinitive

I use this notebook to make little notes about everything.

Past continuous

It's as if I were hiding the world in here, as if I were trying to live on these pages the life I cannot live.

I am a novelist, but I actually wanted to be a painter.

I took this seriously and I painted at home all the time, hoping that one day I'll be a famous painter.

At 22, suddenly I switched to literature, writing novels.

I think writing novels is also like painting.

I see my novels before I put them in writing, as images in my mind.

Perhaps because I wanted to be a painter.

I feel attached to Metropolitan, which is only 35 minutes of walking from my home in Manhattan.

I come every Friday, every Saturday, because it's open till 9 o' clock and it's nice to go to a museum after working hours.

Look at the same paintings, Walk around, feel the musings of the museum?

I like going to museums and experience different sensations that I do not enjoy in regular urban life.

Museums give you a taste of other spaces, other cultures, other civilizations.

It's one of the great scenes of Shahnameh, Book of Kings, a Persian epic that many, many painters for many, many centuries illustrated.

When I was writing, or planning to write My Name is Red.

I used to come here and look at these paintings, because Persian miniatures were not exhibited anywhere and there were not many books.

In fact, I wrote My Name is Red looking at these paintings and going home and writing a book.

In 2008, I began to secretly paint and I began to keep journals, notebooks like these, you see, in which I both paint and write simultaneously.

Something about this drawing is like a memory.

It's as if I were hiding myself in the image.

when I'm drawing them, I have the illusion of being among the skyscrapers and the trees.

This is more a visual book done by a person who feels he's entrapped in literature and wants to get out and is shouting, I'm here, I'm here.

Coming to Metropolitan for the last 18 years, almost every Friday or Saturday and seeing it being closed at 9 o', clock, museum guards with almost the same melody, saying that the museum will be closed in five minutes.

Had taught me attachment to a place and its rituals.

Wow, I say to myself, I've been to Metropolitan one more time, and

I prefer to do that Friday and Saturday nights alone.